SBEYPEPEL - Москва
текст песни

Moscow, ah

City of Lost Souls
City of constant traffic jams
The city where you can't see the stars
City of Stalin's skyscrapers
Where there is no God
Where there is a lot of money
Where almost all your time is taken up by the road

The city of someone's results
City of Hopes and Burns
City of Low Falls
High flying city
City of hucksters and parishes
City of fatalities

A city where none of the locals have worked for a long time
A city of drunks asking for money in the passages
City of prostitutes
City of corrupt epaulettes
Hydrapon City
City of sneakers and iPhones
The city where absolutely any crown flies off

Decree city
City of ridiculous runs
City of beautiful divorces
City of technical equipment
City of Eternal Dreams
City of constant controversy
A city where they won't tell you to feel at home here

A city where feathers are lost like leaves of trees
Here the ice melts into the whiskey and it squeezes the whiskey
Here it tears me to pieces with sadness
There are few places where you can fit in if you don’t have a residence permit.
Find out here for the disks that burned a lot at risk
And they left quickly without drinking the sparkling wine
You have to jump on the go, they don’t wait at the pier, yes
And they never come from afar

I'll be back yes I'll be back
Hello everyone
Vykhino Otradnoye Bibirevo Voykovskaya Balashikha Krasnaya Presnya

City of Lost Souls
City of constant traffic jams
The city where you can't see the stars
City of Stalin's skyscrapers
City where there is no God
Where there is a lot of money
Where almost all your time is taken up by the road
The road takes